[It doesn't too long to pick up on the shift in mood. Angel steps back, releasing Armin's hands just as quickly as she had taken them. She'd gotten too eager, come on too strong after a month of moping. She could hardly blame Armin for being surprised.
With her own hands now free, she scratches the back of her neck a little sheepishly. Her gaze drops to the floor as her cheeks flush a faint shade of pink.]
I should start doing my research, right? We can talk more when we have a better idea of what's going on?
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With her own hands now free, she scratches the back of her neck a little sheepishly. Her gaze drops to the floor as her cheeks flush a faint shade of pink.]
I should start doing my research, right? We can talk more when we have a better idea of what's going on?